Downfall of thy deviants child

Part 51: answers for a wolf brother

Chapter 51: answer for a wolf brother
-wolffs point of view-
I had spent the day gathering the things I would need for the ritual I would be doing tonight. I needed answers and I knew that I would hate most of them. Setting up for the ritual above her grave was the easy part but getting both the answers and memories out of the dream catchers would be rather difficult. I sighed and began the ritual. I closed my eyes and took a breath. The candles flickered and I focused all my energy on what I wanted to find...
-flash back (before wolff knew that thy deviants daughter was his little sister) deviants daughters point of view-
I stood in front of him in the clearing of the woods and took a staggered breath in. Already I felt the tears swelling up behind my fading hazel eyes. "I.. i like you probably more then I should." I said as I stared into his clear blue eyes that reminded me of the paradise that was far Beyound my reach. It took a moment for it to sink in and then he spoke. "Angel we can't be more then what we are. You should know that by now." It felt like a knife had been plunged deeply into my dysfunctional heart; like hearing every goodbye he had ever said to me all at once. I couldn't stop the tears from falling as I ran from the clearing. I had lost my beloved one and now wolff. How much more could I lose before everything and everyone I cared about disappeared from my existence? I didn't know. "Angel wait. Please come back!" I herd Wolff yell as the distance between us grew larger. I couldn't stay I had to get away from this place. Home wasn't an option for me so the next best place came to mind; something wolff  didn't know.
-wolff's point of view-
I watched her search my face for some sort of sigh as the tears started to fall. I had done something I swore I wouldn't do. I had hurt her. She turned and ran out of the clearing as if it pained her to be here. I took a step forward but couldn't find the strength to go after her. "Angel wait. Please come back!" I yelled as I sank to my knees in surrender. Just by the silence I knew that this was a wound that wouldn't heal for her something that would haunt me for the rest of my existence.
-shifts into another memory-
-deviants daughters beloved ones point of view-
I held her close to me as we stood in the dim light of her bedroom. "I hate it when you leave." She murmured against his chest as the warmth of the embrace flooded her. "I know you do kulta but I have to." I murmured back letting the scent of her skin sooth the monsters within. She looked up at me and it broke my dark heart to see tears forming in her angel eyes. I hated seeing her like this and I pulled her tighter to me. I took her angel face into my hands and kissed her passionately; I never have kissed anyone like this before. "I'll be back tomorrow if not then wensday." I told her. She looked up at me with pleading eyes. "Promise" She barley murmured "I promise." I replied before kissing her again.
-shifts into one more memory-
-deviants daughters point of view-
I felt so life less and hollowed out. What point was left? Sitting in the dark with my back against the wall as the same sinking feeling came back again. Who could love a monster like me? I know better then to believe that anyone could want me. My beloved hadn't come back to me yet and I was losing hope. The burns were healing but truthfully I picked at them to keep them there. I wanted to feel something other then this numbness but I couldn't afford to play with fire again. Not after I promised wolff I wouldn't relapse again. How could I keep that promise if all I felt was this numb hollowed out feeling that was eating me alive and being left alone was tearing me apart. "I just want to go home." I managed to murmur without tears falling though home was a person not a place.
-memory fades out-
-wolff sitting on deviants daughters grave-
I gasped for a breath and I finally understood why angel hadn't been herself in the months before she died. Her beloved one shattered her completely and took her heart with him when he left her. Before I had known she was part of the pack I had denied her something that she needed but it was for her own safety that we remained as we were. I touched her headstone and flashes of her father being here and putting a chest in front of her grave flashed into my mind. Without hesitation I acted on impulse and started to dig until the chest was uncovered. I pulled it out and ran the tips of my fingers over her family's crest before I opened it. It was cold but smooth. The way it was crafted was a unique design that only her family could uphold...
(Kulta means gold in Finnish)